Samuel grit his teeth and cursed his luck as he stepped from the forest onto the main road. He'd been so close! Practically able to put his hands on the little green witch! He spat on the ground and tried to prepare his notes in his head. Had to check in with the chief as soon as he got back, after all, and he needed to compose his report while it was fresh...
Chapter 26 - The Joys of a Mature Woman ***** Let's start this rather simply. Natia was incredibly sore the next day. So sore that, even with a cushion, she couldn't sit down. No surprise whatsoever, considering I'd spent at least a couple of hours fucking her arse. I was fairly sure she wouldn't ask me to do that anytime soon. In fact, I think anything ph...
Chapter One Hundred Five: Waiting Game After a bit more discussion, Theron put his helmet back on and disappeared back into the Barracks. Nathaniel followed him because, despite his status as an Arl, he wasn't willing to evict any of the current occupants from their rooms, especially the women. I suspected he was trying to avoid Kallian entirely, and while...
So, I will warn you now. I got a little bit carried away with a certain scene and ended up writing something I've never written before. I'll put it simply. There is a group sex scene -- M/M/M/F -- which will involve man on man contact. So if you don't like that, skip it. I'll even tell you where it is -- near the end. It's not particularly graphic and it's o...
The Saint Mark, 115 East 9th Street at 3rd Avenue, East Village Evelyn Green bit into the juicy red apple, the sound echoing off the tiles in the kitchen. She chewed thoughtfully as she stared at the words on the laptop screen, occasionally pausing to make additions to the text as needed. She reviewed a newly written passage. Near the border between the...
Chapter Eighteen: Templar Twister "Sierra, I can see that you're a very useful person to have around, with your impressive knowledge of what is about to happen – however it is that you come by it." Wynne shot me a look that was part suspicious disbelief and part frustration. "However, I suspect that you'd be less than helpful if you ended up dead before we...
Chapter One Hundred Fifty-Seven: Fading In I walked down the stairs with my brother, towards the ritual that would revive Faren, Maker-willing. But as frightened as I should have been about the ritual – what if it doesn't work? What if something goes wrong? What if Anders ends up possessed, or worse? – to my shame, there were other things weighing more hea...
Covent Garden, London David wandered aimlessly through the deserted streets, his heart breaking with every step he took. His eyes burned with unshed tears, and the pavement blurred before him. He didn't care; his mind was on the other side of the ocean as he walked, trying in vain to escape the demons that tormented his soul. For a long time he stared into...
A/N: I'm sorry for the delay. I promise the trolls had nothing to do with it - just travel, compounded by the flu, compounded by holiday craziness! This will be the last chapter of 2019; I should be back the first Monday in January. So Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas/Hanukkah/Eid/Kwanzaa...and any other holiday I may have missed. See you all in 2020! *****...
Chapter One Hundred Sixty-Eight: Guilt Trips The pyre for George, the templar whose real name had been Patrick, was up on the roof of the tower that night. All of the wardens – including the newly Joined ones who were still recovering – came; Fred had to be carried. My tear ducts had finally sorted themselves out, and I cried openly. It wasn't the first de...